The speaker has stopped dreaming about someone they once loved, and they can't decide what that means. Maybe it's healing, maybe it's just loss. The poem lists what has slipped away: the person's face, their taste, the color of their blush, even the look in their eyes at a moment when they couldn't breathe. The speaker adds that they were the only one who saw that look, which hints at a private, intense closeness that now feels out of reach.
Only the memory of touch remains, and it stays vivid. The ending is a clever twist: the speaker says that if they had to compare this touch to something, they couldn't. The feeling is too unique for a simile, so the poem refuses to make one. The mood is quiet, wistful, and a little unsettled. The short, broken lines mimic a mind searching for details that won't come back, and the title suggests the dreams were painful yet precious.